El Tigre watched as the child climbed higher and higher. He chuckled to himself as the kid struggled to grip the tree and the piñata at the same time.
Just as he was starting to get bored watching him climb, a mean idea popped into his head. It wasn’t very original, but it sure was fun.
“¡Oye! Kid! You’re pretty high up, aren’t ya? I wouldn’t look down if I were you!”
“Look down? Why would I look-”
Oh no.
Taking the bait, Davi couldn’t help but look down. His eyes widened in fear at realization of just how high up he was. Maybe it would be best if he tried climbing back down.
Just as he thought this, his underarm’s grip on the piñata started to loosen. Squealing loudly, he watched in terror as the piñata fell down, down, down...
...It didn’t break? Thank goodness. But Davi had another concern, and that was retrieving it.
“Um, El Tigre? Can you help me out a little?”













